Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Potluck Wednesday, Volume Twelve

Welcome back as "And Sometimes Tea" resumes the Potluck Wednesday posts. There are so many great things to share this week that I really don't have a theme for this week's collection.

First up from Catholic World News is this intriguing article about ecumenical talks between Catholic and Orthodox theologians on the subject of papal primacy. Whether this is a promising sign of hope for the future or nothing much of significance will depend on too many unknown factors to allow for much speculation; but as always, prayer that the Holy Spirit will help our two ancient Churches find a way to heal this very old wound are in order!

Next, AmericanPapist, who has been covering the news of the Pope's upcoming visit to the United States, has some comments about the media's rush to speculate about whether or not Pope Benedict would meet with Rudy Giuliani, if Giuliani were to be the front runner by that time, and so on. I agree with his take, and would only add that the news media's propensity to speculate on webs of what-ifs masquerading as whole cloth never ceases to amaze me.

At least some portion of the Pope's visit will be to New York and Ground Zero, leading to my own breathlessly speculative imitation of the secular media as I ask these two questions: Who will create the cheesiest and least-tasteful papal/9-11 souvenir combo? And how much sales tax will the State of New York manage to collect on these items? As far as the answer to the second question goes, only the Grinch knows for sure.

The blogger who writes The Inn at the End of the World has an interesting follow-up to one of those media stories that usually causes severe eye-rolling, about how public and private schools are pretty much the same. Turns out they were overlooking one particular kind of private school, which did, in fact, show evidence of higher test scores, etc. Just imagine how much result-fixing they would have had to do if Catholic home schools had been included in the study!

Finally, from a talented writer and poet who has yet to set up a blog of her own (hint, hint!) comes the following poem; thanks for sharing it with us, Freddy!


In the misty, mournful morning

Cold November’s molten drear

At the last leaf’s falling, sighing,

At the dying of the year

Hear the wild goose’s keening,

Calling lonely souls to hear

The song the wind is crying

At the dying of the year

Longing souls who bustle brightly

Through the sudden gloomy ways

Warding off a creeping darkness

Of the dying of the days

Looking homeward, heartfull

To our Father’s house to stay

Welcome us with brightness

At the dying of the day

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